Peace in the Forest

Author's Note: This is a stream of consciousness turned into a poem that I wrote.  I'm trying to be as descriptive and smooth as possible through the poem.  I placed myself in a forest where I just lie there.  Then I describe the wonderful scenery.  

Lying down on the ground
Looking up at a canopy of leaves
Rays of sun squeeze though
Birds chirps so peacefully
Animals trot and fly around
The sky bluer than sea
Patches of green grass grow

Soothing winds brush my skin
Sprinkles of mist descend down
Thinking about everything so great
Soon the sun will set completely
So I must go
One last glance
Then I walk out to the open

Spring is Soon to Come

Snow melting into puddles

The sun peaking out giving warm rays

Rain falling down the window pane

Humidity climbing up

The temperature rising from zero to forty

Animals are peaking out
Flower buds blooming
Grass becoming green and lush
Leaves popping back up on branches

Fire

Author's Note: In The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan, Leo was claimed immediately as he came into Camp Half-Blood.  His dad is Hephaestus the Greek god of fire, crafts, and blacksmiths.  He has lost many things in fires that he made on accident.  One was his own mother.  This is describing what has happened in the book so far.  

Putting his palm out
Fire dances across
Burning things into ashes
And sorry for everything gone

Pockets filled with junk
Building random contraptions and toys
Where ever he goes
Keeping his hands busy

He walks into a camp
A glowing symbol above his head
Trying to get rid of it
He's the son of Hephaestus

He can burn and build
Create and destroy
He is not normal
He is a demigod